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- @Lilith Valentine did this and they are one of my role models on the temp.
- I have a new one coming so why not
- If I can't develop good homebrew, I want to help those that can.
On November 1st, 2015, I joined GBAtemp with hopes of being that "change" that everybody always wanted to be in the world. I came in, trying to learn as much as I can, but I couldn't. Nobody would ever "waste" their time trying to explain to me things that I previously didn't understand. In fact, I can probably list the amount of people I can rely on to help me now on one hand.
This is my first post.
Now, @VinsCool is one of the few that I can count on to assist me and others without being biting. Back then, I had just gotten into homebrew on the 3DS. I had access to the homebrew launcher by some miraculous YouTube exploit I still don't even understand, and life was good. Then I started researching Custom Firmware. I am sure that what interested me in CFW (piracy) interested many others. I came in with the knowledge of an extreme noob, yet Vinny was still willing to accept me. If I didn't get a response, I can't be sure I would still be on the forums, with such great friends now.
I look at the forums today, and I am just extremely disappointed. Everywhere I look, people are complaining about the lack of knowledge these new users have, yet nobody is doing anything. They are merely tolerating them, if you can even say that. I mean, the most recent thing to complain about hasn't even happened yet: the ban threads from Pokemon USUM. Instead of creating a FAQ thread that covers everything about the ban waves (which I happen to be working on in another tab because I don't want to see the responses to those threads), people are preparing their mindset to be negative. This bothers me, because people just don't care, nor do they want to care.
The next thing I notice isn't just in GBAtemp, but society as a whole. Hardly anybody will accept others opinions. If you disagree with somebody, then that other person will do everything in their power to argue with you instead of just walking away. This is my problem with "discussions". More often than not, they turn to a contest to see who can insult the other to the point where they don't even cover the original topic anymore.
Nobody cares, and they live their life acting as if these "nuisances" don't even exist, or if they do then they don't affect them.
"Tolerance and apathy are the virtues of a dying society." - Aristotle
Sending this from my phone and would just like to comment on how small this textbox is.
Anyways, on Friday, i was at home browsing the internet for some quick info on mario odyssey, when my dog jumped from my lap and knocked my computer off of the foot stool where it was stationed. He knocked it off and it landed on its left hinge. At that moment, it didnt appear broken and i didnt think it was because I opened and closed it a few times after just to be sure. Later that night, as I was getting ready to head off to bed, I closed my laptop and heard a loud crack. My hinge had busted open. Yesterday, I tried messing with it a bit and followed some tutorials on how to remove the palmrest to check damage. Then i strip the very last screw which connects the hardrive. Without removing that, i cannot take off the palm rest. Tomorrow i am going to take it into data doctors and hand it off to them. Data Doctors can't legally look at my hardrive contents without my permission, correct? I have some rather personal stuff in there.
This picture is from after tinkering with it a bit.
I'm posting this as many places as I can, you will see why.
I should have done something, I know I should have. Instead, I just stood there, watching. Who I am doesn’t matter, all you need to know, is that I am a doctor, or was. I was working as a Doctor’s Assistant, and the person who I was working for (let’s call him Stein) was a crazy man, and my best friend in his 30’s. and some of the stuff he would do, Shudders, I don’t want to think about that now. But I need to tell people this, because it’s my fault.
First about stein.
Stein was a brilliant man, graduated from Stanford, with a PhD for Biology, and M.I.T with a masters, when he was eighteen! He has many awards, he’s known for his scientific genius across the world, I was so lucky to be his assistant and friend... Or so I thought.
Being smarter than everyone else in the world, makes you want to be even smarter, Stein would (with a couple of other scientist) would Experiment on Living, Breathing, Human beings. Not the ones with disease, or ones condemned to death, but the ones in their physical prime, Healthy, Example of outstanding citizens; type of people. Now this was his “Hobby”, What he was doing was illegal! Basically, torture with what he would with them. He would dissect people, and messed with their Vital organs. Watched their pain, enjoyed themselves, took notes. One time they even brought their lunches over to eat while they did their experiments. After they were done with dissecting them, he would put their organs back, in the wrong places, the pain they must have gone through. How this went on so long I do not know, I can only assume that money had something to do with it. I would look up these people after I disposed of the bodies, and I would find nothing. Stein would not have lied to me, he and I were best friends, and we were.
Now that you know about him, let me tell you a story.
Jessica Williamson, his latest victim, a Biologist, was different. This one was sent to him in a black car, with Police Escorts, and everything. But for some reason his “Colleagues” weren’t there. When the body was on the table, it was unconscious, when Stein saw me looking, he told me out, and told me he would call if he needed me. So later, while I was slowly nodding off to sleep, Stein called me: “hey ERADICTADED” Stein Continued “Come over here, I have something to show you” He Paused “It’s… Pretty” I was starting to walk over, when I realized his voice was off. It was weird to say the least, it was slow, and deep, while the Stein I knew, was a high-ish pitch, and would talk in a fast tone, to save time. So I paused, and then replied, I know I should have booked it by then though, My Hair was on end. “What is it what you want to show me?” I tried to hide the shakiness in my voice “I though you told me not to come in.” I knew I was lying, I was supposed to be on his beck and call. “ I changed my mind” still in that cold deep voice he replied “Come over, C’mon, ERADICATED, I am your Boss, Come over here.” I knew it wasn’t him, I knew it was… But it wasn’t. I booked it out of there as fast as I could, he was still calling, and I think I heard him start running. My Blood cold as ice, Adrenaline Fueling my veins.
I heard him/it coming, I looked back, and what I saw I could not believe, but, even to this day it gives me nightmares. It was him, but his face… was like torn in half, his skin, ruptured, blood all over, and I could see bite marks, and…
“WHAT” I exclaimed “is that bone?” It Cackled, and then replied “What’s wrong ERADICATED?” His, or its teeth were jagged, and he smiled even bigger when it saw the fear in my eyes “Something in my teeth?”
After that it started running towards me, I got back up, and ran like I was the last person on earth. I made it to the last hallway, and I saw the door, it was like two feet thick, and a safe like lock on it, it could survive almost anything. I ran towards it, and it Screeched so hard, my ears bled. I was momentarily stunned by this, when I could move again, I got to the door, opened it, got out, and locked it back up.
I got in my car, and drove to my dwelling place, fell into my bed and fell fast asleep. My nightmare was so vivid, I dreamt about it getting out of the lab, and killing it everyone, nothing could stop it. So, when I woke up, I thought that was all it was, a dream, and I decided, to myself that it was. (Oh I was so stupid) I drove work, just a little anxious, It was just a dream…
Wrong, when I got there, the door was broken, Blood everywhere, there were S.W.A.T cars in the parking lot. Blood and carnage everywhere.
Now, this is a warning, and an apology, I should have stopped him before it went too far, and now my best friend is gone, and now… n-now that thing is out there. Lock your doors, close your windows, not that it will help.
I’m sorry, but to possibly repent for my actions of not doing anything, I have added an attachment to this Post, a list of names of his victims, if you look up for the specific person, you won’t find them, but maybe, just maybe. The friends or Family of the Victims will see the link, and find closure.
Being away from news sources and twitter for the past few days, I seem to have missed the news story on the teenagers who were on the overpass above I-75 Wednesday, October 18, 2017.
Basically, they were playing a game they called "dinging". They would drop/throw rocks over the overpass to hear the ding when rocks hit the metal of a car. One of these rocks, about the size of a baseball, shattered the windshield of a car traveling home from work. This rock ended up killing 32 year old Kenny White, father of 4. The youngest of which being 5 years old.
5. years. old
Imagine coming home one day from kindergarten, and your mom tells you that your dad will never come back. Let that sink in.
These kids are currently in custody. They are still discussing how/if to prosecute them. Of the 5 that have been arrested, a few have lawyers, and the rest are cooperating.
These kids. They just got a wake up call. If they have the nerve to commit crimes as adults, they deserve to be prosecuted like adults.
Just because they are underage doesn't mean anything. They should be put in jail. They should be sentenced for a long time. None of these things will bring back the lost dad, but accidents have consequences.
It's like that time when you accidentally left the fork in the microwave. The microwave explodes, and you have to deal with it. You can't just shake it off.
Honestly, if you try to defend them at all I won't be tolerant. Other vehicles were damaged, so there is no way it was just a coincidence.
I was doing really well until today. Maybe came back just to see a few threads about decrypting content and then this happened:
One of my best friends growing up got in an accident over the weekend. He is still one of my greatest friends, and we live relatively close. Something hasn't been sitting well with me these last few days, and today I found out why.
My friend, Zack, got into an ATV accident on Saturday (at least I am assuming since mormons don't do a lot on Sundays). He was life-lined from Payson to a hospital in the greater Phoenix area. He received "serious" injuries. I can only imagine these injuries were to his head, neck, or spinal area considering he already had problems there. I just can't stand being alone with my thoughts for this, so please try and keep your "told ya" comments to your God damn selves. Your worthless opinions aren't welcome right now.
On a side note, my niece was also born Saturday.
Long story short, one of our religious leaders locally asked us to go on a social media "fast". Basically telling us not to go onto social media for a while and to instead use that time for spiritual things!
So, with that short message, I will be on Today and maybe tomorrow, but definitely not on Saturday and that will mark the beginning of my 3 months.
Yeah that's it. Ask me any questions you like. This includes hobbies, age, interests, religion, job, politics, really anything.
However, I request that if you ask a question and you don't like my answer, you keep it as a civil discussion. A debate would be something with facts, I just want a discussion. If you don't think you can handle this, then ask a different question.
˙ɹǝsn ʇǝuɹǝʇuᴉ uɐ puɐ ɐuosɹǝd ɐ sɐ ǝɯ ɟo ʞuᴉɥʇ sʎnƃ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ oʇ ʇuɐʍ I ˙sɯǝǝs ʇᴉ sɐ ǝldɯᴉs sɐ sᴉ sᴉɥ┴
Since the fateful day of November 1, 2015, I have been constantly learning about the 3DS system.
I went from Home Menu Hax, to ARM9 Loader Hax, to Boot9Strap, and here we are: the golden age of 3DS hacking. We have exploited a BootROM feature implemented by Nintendo themselves to provide execution before the NAND has even been mounted.
And here I am. Since that fateful day, I've been trying new things. Experimenting with entry points, attempting homebrew, and more. Hell, I've even tried modifying source code to CFW to add new features (to no avail of course).
Now I sit. Staring at this computer screen. I have done nothing productive for the community. If I can't write code for homebrew, and I just sit and use entry points and CFW made by others, what am I to do?
Well, following the almighty example of Plailect himself, I plan on writing a series of guides. My first guide is out, and that one is how to dump/build content from your own system (check it out here).
So, my plan is to inform the community as much as possible. Plailect's guide only covers the installation/upgrade of Boot9Strap, but not so much things like this.
Sorry if you don't care about this. It's been hovering over my head for a long time now. In fact, my "Introducing Rundas!" blog was a stupid attempt to get people to think that I have the potential to test things as fancy as NTRBootHax and Boot9Strap.
Anyways, thanks for reading.
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Hello everybody! After debating for a long time whether or not to buy another 3DS, the N3DS XL Metroid Special edition finally forced me to buy a new one. Now I am patiently awaiting its arrival, and in the meantime I have renamed my old N3DS.
So, this one is named Rundas (if you get the reference you are an elitist).
I don't feel that pictures are necessary, but here you go:
I did this because of a few reasons:
So although my reputation may not be great, I hereby declare this a debug unit for CFW, homebrew, and much more.
Don't worry, I have a 2DS that will be fixed up and go by "Gandrayda" once NTRBootHax comes out.
EDIT: Yeah yeah, the picture is shitty and cheasy, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Well, recently, I've been messing around online and have found the hasthag: #FactsOverFeelings.
I don't know why, but I agreed with it in that context, but then a different context came up and I wanted to fight tooth and nail about why it should be #FeelingsOverFacts.
I guess, it depends on the scenario? But I know a lot of people who firmly believe #FactsOverFeelings (mostly online people, my friends aren't that technical to know what a 'hashtag' is) no matter what the case is. Others believe #FeelingsOverFacts.
Personally, I'm torn. I don't know whether or not to succumb to one of these beliefs, or to actively participate in both.
So, without listing any examples, are you a firm believer of #FactsOverFeelings or #FeelingsOverFacts. Here is an example. #FactsOverFeelings: Autism is not caused by vaccines, even though I have personal experience which could make me believe otherwise | #FeelingsOverFacts: Science is wrong. Vaccines do cause Autism because I have personal experience with it happening.
So, again without listing any examples that could upset others (I apologize if I upset you with my example), are you firm in either hashtag, or do you believe both depending on the scenario.
As most of you probably have realized by now, I claim to be good at programming, but really I am awful at it. A few years ago, I received a scholarship to go to a state school, so I decided to go. A few months ago, I made some stupid decisions under the impression the saying "You can always retake a class, but you can never relive a party" and ended up losing my scholarship. I didn't really talk about it then because it was really personal information. Since then I've either been out of work, or (more recently) working for my uncle. I tried remembering what I knew about programming and applied it to my project (the Hardmode thing) and that didn't turn out. I'm actually kind of glad my HDD failed, because it was a steaming hot pile of garbage.
Anyways, enough about that.
I've had this programming book since 2015 and I've never opened it. It has a total of 17, and I plan on finishing it. I will be uploading all of my progress to GitHub. https://github.com/blu-jay/Re-Adventure-Into-Programming/wiki
And yes, I'm going to be an IDE peasant because it is easier for me to handle at my current state.
If anybody is curious, the book I am using is C Primer Plus Sixth Edition by Stephen Prata (https://www.amazon.com/Primer-Plus-...dp/0321928423/ref=mt_paperback?_encoding=UTF8)
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Wow. I've never read a book in my entire life that made me want to keep reading when I could've been doing something else instead.
Often times, I only read books for my school projects. This one was different. I was looking through my local bookstore, and a book named Tuesdays with Morrie caught my eye. It was probably just the name, because it made me laugh. It was on discount for only $5, so I decided to pick it up.
This has, by far, been the best decision of my life. This book is indescribably good. I would summarize the book, but if I did I would want to go into every single detail.
This book has so many life lessons in it. It is the only book I've ever read that has made me cry. This is definitely not a one time read. The kicker was when I learned that it was non-fiction text.
This blog seems short, but in reality, I just want to say one thing.
If you haven't read it yet, buy it. Read it. Absorb it.
Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to something that gives you purpose and meaning. - Morrie Schwartz
First a little background to me:
I was born in the outer edges of Boise, Idaho. That is where I spent pretty much all of my childhood. My parents had 2 kids prior to me. Both with Aspergers syndrome, which was recently placed under the autism umbrella. My father also had Aspergers syndrome (so if you make an autism joke around me, expect it to be reported and a thorough lashing out on my end). This caused them to lean away from the whole concept of electronic gaming, because it had no social interaction. They forced me to grow up fast, faster than I should have. My mother and I were the only non-autistic people in the family, so we had to stick together, and she didn't tolerate much nonsense. They made me play board games with my brothers, and also read to broaden my knowledge. Going into High School, I had no friends. In elementary and middle school, I had severe health issues*. After getting those resolved, I met this really nice, intelligent young man named David. He and I had so much fun. He was the first, and only friend I had throughout the majority of high school, and I moved to Arizona with him when we turned 18 (he wanted to go to ASU, so I followed). He is where my story begins.
My freshman year was hard. I knew nobody, except for a few people that really only had pity on me because of my health issues, and once I got those resolved they abandoned me. First semester I tried being social, but everybody except for around 2% of the freshman class came from my Middle School, so they avoided me. Then I met David. He came from another school and didn't know me. He also had health issues (which I found out my Junior year) and he left his district to come to mine so that he could have a fresh start. We started talking, and he was really into video games.
Now we begin the part you wanted:
My friend David started talking to me about this console called the "Wii". I didn't even know what a console was at the time, because my parents restricted all use of television to the adults. As the year progressed, he was getting more excited. Then for my 15th birthday, he purchased me a Wii. I was ecstatic! There weren't a whole lot of games at the time, so I didn't really use it a whole lot.
Then came Christmas. I asked my parents if I could have my very own TV so I could use the Wii. I asked them to give me a reason why David should waste his (or his parents money, I don't know) on a Wii if I could never use it. This was bold because of the strictness of my parents, but they caved in and bought me a TV to use. I knew about this earlier than Christmas, but I actually got it on Christmas. Then, David purchased me "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". Having never heard of a "The Legend of Zelda" before, I was intrigued. I ended up beating it twice before we went back to school in January. It was the most fun I had ever had. The fact that I could use a controller and motion controls and all sorts of things made me so happy. I ended up beating the game around 20 times before my 16th birthday.
David had already turned 16 and got his first job, so I knew any presents he gave me were from his own money, and that meant so much to me. He ended up giving me my all-time favorite game (and it still is a frequent playthrough for me): Metroid Prime 3: Corruption.
Something about this spectacular game was so fun, I couldn't put it down. I would play it over and over and over again, to the point where I had to buy another Wii because I burnt out my disc drive. It was amazing to my 16 year old mind. Then, I started learning more about consoles, and video games, and Nintendo, Microsoft, Sony, etc. I began my job at 16, so I ended up buying a DS and later a DSi. I purchased Pokemon Heartgold and Soulsilver, as well as Diamond, Pearl, and Platinum. I loved those games, and still have my SoulSilver cartridge with over 300 hours on it (I made it my goal to beat the Elite 4 at least once a day, and each week get new pokemon on a team).
And the rest is history.
Thanks for reading <3
* When I was a baby, I would not let myself be potty trained. I was fine peeing, but once it came to the glorious relief of pooping, I said "NO". I ended up holding everything in, to the point where once a month, I would crap myself so bad it would tear holes in my underwear. This was when I was 8. The summer before Freshman year, I went into the hospital. My intestines were so backed up with blockage, that I could no longer digest much food. They ended up evacuating 12 pounds of poop in about 1 week. This may sound disgusting, but just think. I would crap myself daily in elementary/middleschool. I would smell so bad, that I went to the nurse about everyday just to go home so I wouldn't be embarrassed.
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